His soul’s always whinning,
Is blessed by the day,
He’s stealing and finding,
My breath took away,
At night he’s a killer,
He’s ruthless and vain,
And now he’s a thriller,
He’s hiding by day,
He looks at his grave,
He can’t concentrate,
Ambitious and brave,
He can’t penetrate,
In heart of the one, he loves in the darkness,
His night deal is done,
And eyes are now sparkles
The Vampyre
© Copyright: Камила Назырова Мюссо, 2006
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